Fate Is the Hunter

Forty below, driving on deathly icing roads Back seat is full of clothes, I gotta talk this over Run out of gas, wake a stranger up to fill my tank In his pajamas, I only got ten dollars I'm not drunk I wanna go home, officer It's been a long road an

You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window You hold your breath when people walk by Safely kept behind rose-colored glass Neatly tucked beneath the spotlight Waiting for someone to love... Waiting for someone to love... Waiting for someone to love